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Liu Qingshan suddenly spoke up: "We really can't give them food and land, but we can make our own voice, to the government and to the whole world!"

"Boss, you can't go. If we follow suit, will the nature be different?"

Although Sister Zhang is usually careless, she is still clear about key issues.

"I'm talking about using music to make a sound, let's go, let's step onto our stage together!"

Liu Qingshan has already taken extremely firm steps, while walking, humming an ancient melody to the two of them.

The melody is not complicated. Those two have been immersed in music for a long time, and Lao Cui is a singer-songwriter, so it is not difficult to master.

After a lot of effort, they squeezed to the front, but there was still a row of heavily armed policemen in front of them, blocking the way.

Although the police dare not provoke the aborigines, they are not polite to these spectators. A special police officer pointed at Liu Qingshan and the three with wide eyes and shouted sharply: "Stop your steps!"

Liu Qingshan raised his hands: "We have a way to convince those aborigines."

"Are you Indians too?" The special police looked at their complexion with some doubts.

Liu Qingshan nodded accordingly: "Yes, we are aborigines who have integrated into modern society, but we have a common language."

The special police didn't dare to make up their minds, so they hurriedly reported to the sheriff.

Fred was dubious, but looking at Sister Zhang's afro and Lao Cui's long hair, he felt quite Indian.

So after a simple search, the three aborigines were put in.

Anyway, now he has no other way, why not try, what if it succeeds?

"Are you also aborigines? Are you here to support your partners?" A microphone was poked in front of Liu Qingshan. It was the host Linda who found new material and hurried over to interview.

Liu Qingshan really didn't know that the live broadcast was going on. He said noncommittally: "I think everyone has the right to fight for life and freedom."

When he appeared on TV, Liu Qingshan's old friend, the famous car designer Mr. Thomas, was sitting on the sofa at home watching TV.

Suddenly seeing the figure of Liu Qingshan appearing on the screen, Thomas jumped up from the sofa in shock:

"Oh, that's incredible, Liu, my friend, when did you become an Indian?"

And Xiao Li, who was in the innermost layer of the crowd, whistled vigorously: "Liu, you speak so well!"

This guy is just afraid of chaos in the world, so he kept pushing in. After being stopped by the special police, this guy was still yelling:

"I also have aboriginal blood flowing in my body. My old grandmother is a great aboriginal woman!"

Guess his blond, blue-eyed old grandmother would be so angry and whipped with a cane if she watched TV.

The host Linda was also taken aback by what Liu Qingshan said: she is indeed an aborigine who has received modern civilization education, and she speaks well.

She was about to exchange a few more words, but saw that the three newcomers had already walked towards the old chief.

The old chief sat on the ground, looked at Liu Qingshan calmly, and said in English:

"Children, thank you for your support, but you are not my people, please leave this place of right and wrong."

With the old man's eyes, he can certainly see that although these three people are also of yellow race, they are definitely not their clansmen.

Liu Qingshan bowed slightly: "Elder, please allow us to use music to express our voice to the world."

After speaking, he went straight to pick up a flute from the ground beside the old chief.

This is a musical instrument invented and used by the Indians. It is usually called the Gaina by them, and it is a clarinet.

And Lao Cui begged for an Okari from an aborigine, tried it in his mouth, and quickly figured out the tone of his voice.

This thing is somewhat similar to the ancient xun in Huaxia. They are the most primitive musical instruments and are easier to play.

Sister Zhang took a look and asked for a pan flute. There were also pan flutes in ancient China. In Qu Yuan's Nine Songs, there is such a line "Who thinks when you blow the difference".

The unevenness here refers to the pan flute, and the flute pipes are uneven.

What will these later aborigines do?The hostess Linda was a little strange, and quickly called the live broadcast director to point the camera at the three of Liu Qingshan.

I saw the three sitting on the ground slowly, in the shape of a character, with Liu Qingshan in the middle, slowly raising Gaina flute: "This piece is dedicated to the last Mohicans."

The Mohicans, a branch of Indians, were almost wiped out because of massacres.

Liu Qingshan used to like this piece very much, and even bought Gaina flute online and practiced it specially.

But now because of practicing martial arts, the breath is longer and thicker, and it is more handy to play.

The desolate and distant sound of the Gaina flute sounded, and then the sounds of the pan flute and Okari gradually blended in.

The people around only felt a vast and ancient ancient atmosphere blowing towards their faces, as if it was a call from ancient times.

Accompanied by the sad tune, all the Indians present burst into tears. This music, like ancient ancestors, is calling for the soul of every descendant of Indians.

The old chief looked up at the sky. He held up his palms, facing the sky, and slowly knelt on the ground.

The clansmen did not dare to neglect, and all made the same gesture.

They will not bow down to anyone, and even the butcher's knife of the invaders did not make them surrender.

They are bowing down to their ancestors, bowing down to this ancient nation, the glory, humiliation, massacre, and tragedy they have experienced...

Liu Qingshan's chest also seemed to be surging with fire, and the Gaina flute in his hand seemed to be blown apart by him.

"Hey ya ya ya..."

From Liu Qingshan's mouth, he suddenly let out a cry, as desolate as a wolf.

Hundreds of Indians, their souls seemed to be ignited, and shouted in unison: "Hey, yah, yah..."

Whether it was the people present or the audience in front of the TV, their bodies trembled involuntarily, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on the surface of their skin.

Inside of everyone, there seems to be something ignited.

In front of the TV, I don't know how many viewers, followed by howls of unwillingness and sorrow.

Beside Xiao Li, Mr. Jackson from the record company also raised his hands high and roared until he was exhausted.

His chest heaved violently, and he muttered to himself: "This is music that needs to be listened to on your knees!"

The performance of the three of Liu Qingshan is still going on, they seem to be telling the rise and fall of a nation.

Everyone has their own country and nationality, so they all empathize with each other and are deeply moved by the music.

Old Cui and Sister Zhang, who played together with Liu Qingshan, have more personal experience. They can feel that the boss's playing skills are actually very poor, that is, the level of beginners is much worse than them.

However, such a tune does not require any technique at all, it is the movement of the soul.

A brand-new music world slowly opened its door in their minds.

Both of them have a feeling that this experience will lead them to a higher music hall...

I don't know how long it has passed, as if it has experienced a long history of rise and fall of a nation.

I don't know how long Liu Qingshan and the others have stopped playing. Everyone is still immersed in the atmosphere just now.

It wasn't until they saw the old chief leading the tribe and bowing slightly to Liu Qingshan and the others that people reacted.

No one applauded, no one cheered, and everyone present bowed slightly.

It seems that only in this way can they express their admiration.

Liu Qingshan also saluted the old chief: "Elder, now you can take your clansmen back to your gathering place and wait for news."

The old chief nodded, his eyes full of vicissitudes were full of tears and a smile:

"Thank you, our friend, you are welcome to visit us, you will always be our friend."

The old chief finally led his people to leave. They walked in the modern city, and their backs gradually merged into the sea of ​​traffic, looking so desolate and tragic...

Chapter 617 Here, you must be high-profile

The streets of Los Angeles, which were blocked for more than an hour, have begun to gradually clear up.

The coming and going vehicles converged into a traffic flow again and rushed to their respective destinations.

However, Liu Qingshan and the others couldn't leave for the time being. At this moment, he, Lao Cui and Sister Zhang were surrounded by a group of policemen and were being interviewed by the TV station.

It was still the beautiful host Linda. At this moment, she looked at Liu Qingshan with a look of admiration.

I don't know if it's because of super high professionalism, or it's from the heart, maybe, it's both?

Linda handed the microphone to Liu Qingshan: "Sir, can you tell the audience your names?"

Liu Qingshan's mood has also recovered from the turmoil just now, and he even made a little joke:

"Is it the beautiful lady who wants to know, or is it routine during the interview?"

Linda was also slightly surprised. Of course she knew that these three were not aboriginals, but Asians.

In her impression, Asians are very old-fashioned and boring, so she laughed:

"I believe that at this moment, every audience in front of the TV is eager to know who is the one who can conquer them with music?"

Liu Qingshan also nodded with a smile. His handsome face exuded confidence, which almost made Linda suffocate. She had to admit in her heart: the young man in front of her was very attractive.

"We all come from ancient China. This is Cui, and this lady is Zhang. They are all excellent singers..."

Liu Qingshan just took advantage of this opportunity to help Lao Cui and Sister Zhang to spread the word, anyway, it was free.

He eloquently introduced: Lao Cui is the singer who sang the cup of life, and Sister Zhang also appeared in Time Magazine.

Linda was amazed again and again: "No wonder you can play such a magical music, but you keep introducing your partners, why don't you talk about yourself?"

Anyone can see that this is the center of the trio.

Liu Qingshan shrugged his shoulders, and continued to talk: "My name is Liu Qingshan, and I am an international student from Huaxia. I am going to study at UCLA. Of course, you can also call me by my English name, Mountain."

"Wait, Mountain, where have I heard this name?"

Linda put on a thoughtful look, and pointed her head with her fingers, showing a bit of playfulness.

At this time, Xiao Li's voice came from outside: "Let me in, I am a friend of Mr. Mountain."

Liu Qingshan waved to him, and the special police outside also let Xiao Li in.

Xiao Li was obviously here to steal the spotlight, he grabbed Liu Qingshan's shoulder familiarly:

"Beautiful Miss Linda, Mountain is my closest brother and partner, and I know everything about him."

Of course, Linda is no stranger to this famous playboy in Los Angeles.

But I heard that this guy suddenly became a best-selling author recently, and Linda has also read "Jurassic Park", and the dinosaurs in it are really amazing.

By the way, it seems that besides Xiao Li, the author of that book is named Mountain.

Lin Na suddenly realized, and stretched out her hand to Liu Qingshan in a panic:

"It turns out that you are the writer and composer Mr. Mountain. Our fans here affectionately call you Mr. Mountain. Can you sign me first, just sign here!"

She stretches her blouse, and the mountain rises.

It seems quite appropriate, writing the mountain on top of the mountain, this idea is so great, Linda almost wants to applaud her quick wit.

Linda did this, of course, for the effect of the program, but also to make things difficult for this young man from the East. I heard that they are very conservative.

The audience in front of the TV also liked to hear about this kind of thing, so they all watched it with great interest and did not change the channel.

Liu Qingshan glanced at it, then pretended to pick up the pen, and said solemnly: "Miss Linda, should you sign it outside or inside."

The audience in front of the TV couldn't help but "oh", this is what makes the old driver so powerful.

Xiao Li on the side blinked his eyes vigorously. He always boasted that he was suave and suave, but now he suddenly felt that he was inferior to others in the skill of flirting with girls.

Linda's face was blushing, of course, it might be intentional, it's all for the effect of the show.

She also knew that this was a live interview, not a talk show, so she quickly re-led the topic:

"Mr. Mountain, the piece you played just now is very touching. May I know its name?"

The look on Liu Qingshan's face became serious again: "The last Mohican."

"Oh, it's a very appropriate name, but why do I feel sadness from this name?" Linda also showed sadness. As the host, the position must be correct.

Liu Qingshan nodded slightly: "Every nation has the right to survive and the right to pursue freedom. This is what we want to express."

Political issues, as a foreign student, of course he can't talk about it on this occasion.

But as a reporter, Linda can say that she immediately took up the topic: "I hope the government can properly resettle these aborigines, and let the light of freedom shine on every inch of land here..."

After her lavish speech, the show has served its purpose.

Then Linda conducted a brief interview with Lao Cui and Zhang Dajie, and was especially curious about the instruments they used in playing.